歌词
Eat your Art Mother****ers！
I know a bitch
She Dresses like a witch
Runs a contemporary gallery
Her work is crap
She talking so loud!
Think she was a hippie artiest
Try to put that farting stone in the so called museum
Can turn into a gold you think!
If i throw you farting son into a ladies room
I am sure you forget. Sure you forget
You mother****er must forget
You son has a dick!
Fart your art!
The garbage recycle weird work
Ain’t no farting art!
I talk to the bitch
She ****ing teach me, how much value of her art
I say gold is gold, shit is shit
You can’t shit the gold out in you gallery!
Try to put that farting stone in the so called museum
Can turn into a gold you think!
If i throw you farting son into a ladies room
I am sure you forget. Sure you forget
You mother****er must forget
You son has a dick!
Fart your art!
The garbage recycle weird work
Ain’t no farting art!
To contemporary artist
Who telling me how much piece of shit you can sell!
To the people who promoting those shit to fools
I say Fart your art
Fart your work
And Fart your gallery!
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